A Bunch Of Aristocrats Poem by Abhijit Roy

Four friends met up one evening,
To decide upon their next day’s rendezvous.
Saturday, being the following day.
Each was dead-tired from the week’s work.

Very well-off are they,
But their places and times of duty keep them away,
Each of them belongs to mid-20s in age;
A countryside bar is where they’ll drive to.

Suits, hats, boots, and Tommy guns,
They never fail to carry their flutes or mouth-organs;
Smokes released from their car’s behind,
So did from their smoking pipes,
The wintry evening air looked crisp blue.

The car came to a halt with a screeching noise,
Outside the bar, were heard boisterous laughs;
And all these, rejoiced them to an ecstatic degree,
Their old table, was unoccupied,
Not without reason or rhyme.
Each being a mobster, and a household name.


The best of drinks being reserved,
Were served to them,
They consumed the oldest and the choicest,
And the by-standers gazed at them.

An instance of timeless friendship,
Or perhaps the allurement of the intoxicant? !



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ABHIJIT ROY
Place: Guwahati, Assam
Date: 13-march-2011